Survivor

What kind of people are we?
You just stepped over bodies.
I was very depressed

Why did they hate us all of a sudden?
We had no idea where we were.
Why are we being kept here?

I became very angry.
Why did she die?
Why did I survive?

Where is God?
God didn’t create this, man created this.
The inhumanity of man against man is unbelievable.

Somebody had to plan this.
I blame man not God.
Everything that meant anything in life to me I was going to leave behind.

I just can’t believe it
Survivors, never give up
A horrendous journey, absolutely full of dead bodies

Survivors, so close to death
Holocaust, embedded into our bodies
The word Jew doesn’t exist

A free human being again
This day I cannot forget

I revolved my poem around the theme of survival. The few who were able to survive, had to be strong. I tried to place the lines in an order that could take you through the journey. Starting a little at the beginning, through the confusion and deaths, and ending with freedom. I used a lot of rhetorical questions because everyone being kept at the camps probably had a bad feeling. The feeling of confusion, especially the child prisoners, and the feeling that no one will explain to them what is happening.